King Elk Forest This is new

The small pale creature prowled through the undergrowth a single ear flicking in the direction of voices. Unfamiliar voices from this distance, so they very well could be her own pack mates. Even so, Laika wasn't going to let it fly that easily. She crept forward, keeping hidden in the foliage of the undergrowth. Soon, she was close enough to clearly make out the voices. They were not the voices of any of her packmates and her hackles rose. She slunk even closer until she could see the stranger's frames through the branches.

Her gut twisted and her heart skipped a beat as blue eyes landed upon a very large frame. It was not that of a wolf, it was a bear. A bear's frame. Next to it stood an ordinary wolf, the the two were conversing. A wolf and a bear were having a conversation. She had never, ever seen this in her life. Perhaps she was going crazy. Her week of being in heat had driven her mad, dispite the tangle in the woods she'd had with her mate. Maybe seeing bears talking to wolves was a post symptom.

She shook her head and stood up to her full height. In truth, she was a petite wolf, and even at her full height she could not see over the bush she was behind. She pushed her way through it, revealing herself to the two. Head and tail were raised in dominance, hackles clearly visible. She glanced wearily at the bear, as he was still there, and very real. "Please state your business here," she told them, eyeing both strangers.